Chapter 7 Catching ghosts, we are professionals

"Haunted?"

When the monks heard this, the expressions on their faces became extremely strange.

Most of the theories about ghosts and gods are fictitious, so how could they be haunted for no reason?

Ye Wuxin raised his eyebrows and suppressed a smile.

A little thief with mediocre internal strength and pretty good lightness skills deserves to be called a ghost? That really puts ghosts to shame.

Not long after he chuckled, a long-lost voice echoed in his mind.

【Basic mission starts!】

[Mission: The mystery of the haunting, find out the truth about the haunting within seven days.]

[Task reward: one primary lottery draw and one pack of Qi Condensation Powder. 】

"If the eminent monk can really drive away the evil spirit that makes my house uneasy, I would like to give you a hundred taels of silver to offer incense in front of the Buddha."

In the silent wing, a group of Shaolin monks were secretly waiting for the arrival of the gentleman from Liang Shang.

The man in black was startled, his toes touched the stone bricks on the ground, and he backed away like a goose falling on the sand.

Suddenly, a loud noise was heard, and Huijue shouted loudly, and slapped the black-clothed figure in the back with a big Skanda palm.

After Lin Yuan's daughter came out of the back house, she couldn't help but shed tears when she saw the man in black being tied up.

Three Hui generation warrior monks quickly surrounded it and blocked all directions.

I'm so numb that I can't laugh anymore.

"why you!"

"There is lime on my face. I'll just have someone clean my eyes with vegetable oil later. It won't be a problem."

Hui Lun saw that he couldn't shirk it, so he could only reluctantly agree to the matter.

[Penalty for failure: 3000 emotional points deducted. 】

"Tonight, my junior brother and I will give you a secret warning. If the gentleman from Liang Shang comes again, the poor monk will definitely take him to the government."

Lin Yuanwai told the story of the origin of the house and the beginning of the haunting, but Ye Wuxin was thinking about how to catch the masked man last night.

When the man in black heard this, he became furious.

Faced with Huijue's questioning, Ye Wuxin told him the excuse he had prepared for a long time.

In the side room, Huilun said helplessly.

The clouds covered the moon, and a familiar figure in black took advantage of the darkness in the courtyard to touch the back house.

It was already midnight, and several young monks were a little impatient, while several monks from the Hui generation also took this opportunity to secretly assess the disciples.

Among the monks from the Shaolin Temple who came here, the one with the highest martial arts skills was Hui Jue, followed by himself.

The man in black shouted fiercely, but he directly took out a bag of lime from his sleeve and raised it towards Ye Wuxin.

As soon as the words were spoken, Huijue on the side realized something.

Just when his plan was about to succeed, a tall monk with an ugly face blocked him.

"Okay, okay! You brought this bastard home!"

"Uncle Master, please forgive me. Last night was the first time this disciple left the temple, so he fell asleep late, but he also discovered a gentleman from Liang Shang."

This man had a resolute face, full of suffering and hatred, and his facial features were vaguely similar to those of Lin Yuanwai.

Whether it was experience in the arena or fighting against enemies, Hui Jue was superior to him.

Closing his eyes and taking a deep breath, Ye Wuxin listened to the wind to identify his position, and struck him in the face with an Arhat fist.

The man in black was short, barely able to avoid the oncoming punch, then turned around and punched Ye Wuxin on the back.

Under the dim firelight, the face of the man in black was exposed to everyone.

After fighting for several rounds, the man in black was caught by Ye Wuxin and fell into the courtyard.

"Amitabha, this benefactor broke into other people's homes in the middle of the night. What does he want to do?"

After removing the veil from the face of the man in black, Lin was shocked.

"My nephew originally thought that this person was just here to steal property in order to survive. But according to what Lin Yuanwai said, things here are not going to happen in a day or two."

"Gentleman Liang Shang? Why didn't you inform your elders at that time?"

"Bah! You shrew, if you dare to say another word, I will cut out your tongue!"

When she heard that the culprit was caught, Lin's shrewish wife also hurried over. When she found out that the man was a man in black, she started yelling curses.

"Is there nothing wrong?"

"You should also be vigilant. Walking in the rivers and lakes is not as pure as in the temple. You need to be more careful, Amitabha."

"Master, forgive me. I don't know whether it is true or not when I talk about ghosts. Moreover, this matter has nothing to do with ghosts."

After Lin Yuanwai finished speaking, Ye Wuxin suddenly spoke.

Huijue frowned slightly, but never spoke.

"The Qinggong is good, but the internal strength is too weak."

After Hui Jue completely immobilized the man in black, he asked his disciples to clean the lime off Ye Wuxin's body and face.

After hearing this, Lin Yuwai was overjoyed, grabbed Huilun's hand and said quickly,

Ye Wuxin, who had just washed her eyes, came out and saw this scene, and couldn't help but have a trace of self-doubt.

"Senior nephew Xu Zhu, do you have any clues?"

"Disciple, how can you talk nonsense! Why do you think our Shaolin Temple is the best at catching ghosts? Wouldn't it be ridiculous if this spread?"

Many juniors of the virtual generation left, but Ye Wuxin was left behind, preparing to cooperate with the three uncles to attack at night.

Not long after, Lin Yuanwai heard that the 'ghost' that was disturbing the back house was caught by the monks, and he hurried over with a group of servants.

"Bah! Old thief, it's unlucky for me to fall into your hands now. I can kill or chop him up as you please."

"The bald donkey is looking for death!"

"It's not easy for you to get involved in the world for the first time. It's a matter of Shaolin's reputation. After all, you still have to be cautious."

The scene was chaotic for a while, and everyone in the Shaolin Temple such as Huijue and Huilun could only watch the situation develop, unable to find any chance to intervene.

After pondering for a moment, Huijue nodded slightly.

The fist posture changed, and two fingers were accurately pointed between the elbows of the man in black. The feminine inner force of Ming Yu Gong directly made the man in black's arm feel cold.

However, the punch was like hitting cowhide and did not cause any harm to him.

Seeing that there was no way to retreat, the man in black actually touched the plum blossom tree in the courtyard with his toes. A kite turned over and stepped on the black tiles, trying to escape.

"No property has been stolen from the mansion. It was just to disturb the peace of Yuan Lin and his family. I'm afraid there is a hidden agenda."

"This matter is easy to handle. Our Shaolin Temple is best at catching ghosts. If Lin Yuanwai doesn't mind it, how about leaving it to the young monk?"

Late at night, the silver moon is in the sky.

"Besides, the uninvited guest got into the back house of the Lin family when the disciple discovered it. As a Shaolin disciple, my nephew does not dare to enter the residence of the female family members at will."

Hui Lun was a little anxious.

'Isn't it a bit messy here, should I leave first?'

In the early morning of the next day, Lin Yuwai repeatedly begged the monks of the Shaolin Temple not to send the man in black to the government.

After his explanation, everyone realized that the man was his biological son whom he had fathered with another woman outside.

The reason why he made a big fuss in the Lin Mansion late at night was entirely because his biological mother did not wait for Lin Yuanwai to pass before her death, so he broke into the Lin family home late at night out of spite.
Chapter completed!